Out chasing kites and dragonets, loosing the track, jerking out of scrubs.
Getting clasped by the creepers of a tumbledown stone wall
Shattered gargoyles on the ground. Their eyes staring up on their
pebble-drooling congeners and on moss grown sculptures
Beheaded dismembered marble figures. Corroded disembowelled marble humans
Marble limbs sprawling. Marble heads nuzzling. Marble genitals gaping and
heaving in the grass. Marble fig leaves eroding on the compost heap
Friezes on the walls where grotesque granite creatures revel. Stone reptiles
strangling stone gryphons. Stone maggots consuming the struggling monsters
Stealing through, you’d expect to find the skeletons of the Sleeping Beauty’s
wooers in the hedges and perhaps her spindle and the witch inside
Inside Rooms without walls. Columns without ceilings to support.
The capitals shedding dead Acanthus leaves which descend in slow
Motion to become parts of the rustling on the floor
Doors leading nowhere. Stairs spiralling into open air. Formerly secret
passages now exposed, leading deeper into the woods
In one of the rooms a pile of tiny bones and a pointed hat atop of a tiny skull
staring into the corner
Strange… it seems as this palace decayed so quickly as if someone wanted to
get rid of it
As if the entire host of Seraphim gathered in zenith and wept it away with
toxic tears
TanyaRADA пишет:
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